"I'm not tired," Marvelous says, trying his utmost not to make it sound like a child's stubborn protest against having to go to bed early. Don isn't saying anything bad or wrong, nothing that Marvelous wouldn't say himself to anyone else in his situation if it were his responsibility to reassure them, but it's different when it's being directed towards him, he isn't used to it. It's very reminiscent of feelings.
It's clearly his own fault for starting it!
He can't help preening a little inwardly at the compliments though; you work so hard, you take such good care of us all. Don wouldn't say something if he didn't mean it, they aren't empty platitudes. The words make Marvelous feel energized - it isn't like he's underappreciated by the crew! - but hearing it out loud never gets old. Combining that with the way he is pressed so close to Don's body Marvelous feels his libido kick right back in, not that it had ever really left! He enjoys the quiet moments between himself and Don, Don is the biggest fan of close contact and snuggling he's ever known, and Marvelous is a fan of basically any form of bodily contact so it works out nicely. But, admittedly, with his sex drive he tends to be less fidgety about the extended contact that teases at every one of his senses if he's been able to get off first.
He could just push Don right back onto the bed right now, kiss him thoroughly as a thank you for being there for Marvelous, for being prepared to listen, and comfort him, except that Marvelous doesn't want to admit the being in need of comforting thing. Gratitude is much easier to express physically. Don is touching him with such tenderness and it would only be fair to touch him back! He could do so many things to Don to make himself understood - run hands all over Don's body with a practised touch, follow those paths with his mouth, pleasure him until he was crying out.
When Don's voice lowers a little in tone and his fingers move to play across Marvelous's ear he feels even more eager to do so. But what Don says is intriguing - an idea that might mean Marvelous can shrug off his responsibilities for a while? He is curious.
"Tell me," he says, tilting his chin up and brushing his open mouth across the skin of Don's neck.
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It's clearly his own fault for starting it!
He can't help preening a little inwardly at the compliments though; you work so hard, you take such good care of us all. Don wouldn't say something if he didn't mean it, they aren't empty platitudes. The words make Marvelous feel energized - it isn't like he's underappreciated by the crew! - but hearing it out loud never gets old. Combining that with the way he is pressed so close to Don's body Marvelous feels his libido kick right back in, not that it had ever really left! He enjoys the quiet moments between himself and Don, Don is the biggest fan of close contact and snuggling he's ever known, and Marvelous is a fan of basically any form of bodily contact so it works out nicely. But, admittedly, with his sex drive he tends to be less fidgety about the extended contact that teases at every one of his senses if he's been able to get off first.
He could just push Don right back onto the bed right now, kiss him thoroughly as a thank you for being there for Marvelous, for being prepared to listen, and comfort him, except that Marvelous doesn't want to admit the being in need of comforting thing. Gratitude is much easier to express physically. Don is touching him with such tenderness and it would only be fair to touch him back! He could do so many things to Don to make himself understood - run hands all over Don's body with a practised touch, follow those paths with his mouth, pleasure him until he was crying out.
When Don's voice lowers a little in tone and his fingers move to play across Marvelous's ear he feels even more eager to do so. But what Don says is intriguing - an idea that might mean Marvelous can shrug off his responsibilities for a while? He is curious.
"Tell me," he says, tilting his chin up and brushing his open mouth across the skin of Don's neck.